I’ve been struggling a lot with form, ideas, concepts in my paintings of late… maybe someone looking over my shoulder would simply say I was being finnicky, or perhaps just experimenting. I feel more like it’s floundering. Although I like the sound of experimenting better.

I have good days and bad days, but the important thing is that I still experience good moments. That is to say, something happens on the canvas that feels good. A spark is flown. So far they haven’t blossomed into a full bore flame, but for now, I’m content with the fact that there were any sparks at all. It feels good to simply work… and be inspired. Even though what hangs on the studio wall at the end of the day doesn’t resonate, and I head home at the end of the day with an air of disappointment.

In any case… the other day, I decided to take a break from form and just let the paint be paint. Back to the roots of action painting… abstract expressionism… some of my greatest inspirations live here – Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko, Elmer Bischoff, David Park, Clyfford Still, Willem de Koonig…

It felt good to be throwing paint around again. Still working on these, but I’m liking the direction.